Hart To Hart (12 page)

“Occasionally.”

Ellie continued washing his body, moving closer to his cock.

“That’s far enough.” He stepped around her and moved her under the spray.

She hadn’t planned to wash her hair, but it was too late now. As she lowered her head, Vic moved close behind her, slid his palm down her belly, and dipped a finger into her pussy.

“Ooh.” She hadn’t expected that. One finger shouldn’t excite her so much, but it did. Trying to ignore the pulses skipping up and down her body, she dumped some shampoo onto her head and lathered quickly.

“I’m turning around now, so I can rinse.” He needed to move out of the way.

“Go ahead. That way I can play with your tits.”

He was incorrigible. Had he always been this playful? Somehow, all she remembered were the last few years that hadn’t been good between them. Vic was never home, and going undercover meant he couldn’t be with his family. At the time, she thought that was his way of saying he didn’t want to be married anymore. Now, she believed he truly wanted to serve his country, and she was merely a casualty of war.

Ellie dipped back her head to rinse out the soap when Vic’s mouth captured a breast. “Yikes. You’ll get soap in your mouth.”

As if he cared, Vic licked her other tit. She reached out and grabbed the bar. “How can I wash if your mouth is latched on to me?”

He leaned back and held out his hand. “I’ll clean you then.” All kidding seemed to disappear.

Now that he’d detached himself, she could do it, but Ellie handed him the soap anyway. Vic rubbed the edge from one nipple to the other. His actions implied this shower wasn’t about getting clean, which suited her fine. Vic wanted to make love to her the way he used to when they were happy, and that was all that mattered.

He lathered his hands, set down the soap, and then massaged her breasts. She loved his gentle touch. Needing to do the same for him, she soaped up her palms then grabbed his already hard cock. “I forgot to wash it.”

“No matter. It’s only been in your pussy.”

“Uh-huh.” She stroked his hard shaft up and down while leaning into him, loving the pressure on her breasts. “I have more skin than on my breasts.”

“You do. I’ll make sure all of you is clean.”

He washed her arms and belly quickly, then dropped to one knee. With his good hand, he started with her foot and lathered her right leg. The closer he came to her pussy, the slower he went.

“She’s very dirty, you know,” she said.

He looked up. “I’ll be sure to be extra thorough.”

Just as he reached the top of her right thigh, he began anew with her left leg. Anticipation built and Ellie bent her knees. “You missed a spot.”

“I did?” Vic smiled then swiped the soap across her opening.

That small amount of pressure helped relieve a bit of need. “You’re going slow on purpose, trying to drive me mad.”

“Remember, I’m the master at being patient.”

“Ha. We’ll see when I get a hold of your cock.”

“Promises, promises.” Vic stood, rubbed his palm across her pussy a few times, and then rinsed her.

Whether every inch of her body was clean or not didn’t matter. She wanted Vic on top of her, and then in her.

She shut off the water. “I want to dry you.” Vic had a tendency to leave spots of his body wet when he climbed into bed.

He stepped out and held out his arms. “I’m all yours.”

With the tip of the towel, she swiped his chest then made sure to dry his cock and balls.

He growled. “You’re asking for it.”

She could go on for a while, but she wanted him plastered against her more. Because she was wet, she quickly dried. Without a word, she flung the towel at him and raced into the bedroom. She dropped onto her back on the bed and folded her arms behind her head.

Vic strolled in a minute later. “Don’t you look comfy and inviting? Mind if I join you?”

She tapped her chin. “That depends. Know anyone who’s a good lover?”

Chapter Eleven

V
ic was scared
he’d mess this up. El was in a spunky mood, and he didn’t want to disappoint her by turning serious. Sex had always been great between them—at least it had been when he managed to get home. He wanted to show her that he would put her first from now on, but if he pressured her too much, she might withdraw. Keeping it light seemed the best option.

“I’d like to apply,” he said as he crawled onto the bed, careful not to put too much weight on his arm.

“What can you do for me, mister?”

He loved she was giving him an open invitation. “How about if I just show you?”

Vic slipped between her legs and wished he could tie her ankles to the bedposts. He fondly recalled how every time she groaned then wiggled, trying to close her thighs, his cock went wild.

Not wanting to delay her satisfaction any longer, he swiped his tongue across her slit, and sweetness assaulted him. No other woman tasted better.

“Yes, that’s it.” Her back arched.

He smiled and returned to pleasuring her. With his right hand, he reached up and cupped a breast. Her tits were so full and round, and the nipples perfect for plucking. The smooth skin electrified his palm. As much as he wanted to suck on them, he needed to bring her to a climax first.

He lowered his arm and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She bucked, and his fingers went to work, curling inside her to find that perfect spot that made her writhe and moan.

“Holy fuck, Vic. You hit it. Yes.”

When El was in the zone, she was easy. Then again, so was he.

She clasped his head. “I want you.”

He loved when she teetered on the edge. “How?”

She pushed up on her elbows. “I want to ride you like a good cowgirl should.”

He laughed. Raised in Virginia, she might have ridden in an arena, but not in the open field, but he’d take her any way he could get her—real cowgirl or not.

Vic pushed up and managed to get on his back, keeping his arms to his side. Because he expected this to be quite a ride, he hoped the stitches in his back held. “Saddle up, girl.”

She grinned, just as he’d hoped. When El straddled him, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He still couldn’t believe she was in his bed. So many nights, he’d fantasized about what he’d do to her. In those dreams, he could go all night, fucking her long and hard. Now, he could see he’d been delusional. Vic would be lucky to last a few minutes once her pussy wrapped around his cock. He was glad he’d fought through the haze of pain from his burns. Surviving had been worth it to love her once more.

She opened her pussy lips, but instead of lifting his cock and sitting on him, she delved her own finger inside. He grit his teeth and gave her his meanest look. “Lady, you are a cruel one. That should be my cock inside you.”

“Just wanted to make sure I’m ready.”

Was she trying to insult him? “You get your sweet pussy on top of my cock or else.” He lifted his dick waiting for her divine warmth to encase him.

She smiled, placed her pussy on the tip, and slid down an inch. Then she leaned over and kissed him.
Tease
. As he opened his mouth to receive her, he clamped down on her hips and drove up into her slickness. Glory be.

“Bad Vic. It’s my job to ride you.”

“Kiss me, girl.”

She smiled and did just that. As soon as their tongues collided, he lost all sense of time. It was as if he was crawling in the desert and she was the only water in sight. He plunged into her tight pussy, the friction sending him higher and higher. Her moans, along with the way she grabbed his ears for dear life, made him lose his mind. His balls drew up tight as he plowed into her again and again.

When she clamped down on his cock with her inner muscles, he groaned. “Don’t do that. I’m about to burst.”

She closed her eyes and sat back up, breaking the kiss. “I’m almost…there, too.”

When he reached across to rub her clit, she lowered her head and gulped in air. As her climax arrived, she once more tightened her pussy, and he gave up the battle. His cock expanded and his seed shot out hard and fast.

Every good memory he’d ever had swam in his brain. Dear God, what he’d give to stay right here—inside her—forever.

*     *     *

Charlotte couldn’t believe
she’d be staying with Trent Lawson, the hunky cop. Too bad, reality sunk in when the detective barely looked her way during their ride to his place. Turns out, he really was just her bodyguard. Bummer.

“How far away is this place?” She swore they’d been driving an hour.

“Not too far from here. The cabin’s in the mountains. Actually, this was my dad’s home away from home. We’ll be safe there. I can see anyone coming up the drive.”

She could picture him sitting at the window, waiting, while she sat there twiddling her thumbs. “Do you have satellite?”

“We have a dish for the Internet, but Dad never bought a TV.”

Really? “What do you do to entertain yourself when you come here?” The image of Trent with a woman’s long legs entwined around him shot to the forefront of her brain, but she pushed it away. That woman had long, black hair—not blonde like hers.

He chuckled. “I don’t come here often, but when I do, I read. If I bring some buddies along we play cards or board games.”

Was this man for real? “You hunt?”

“When I get the chance, which isn’t all that often. You’ll be able to tell, because the place needs some serious airing out. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten away.”

Then games it would be. At least, she was pretty good at checkers and chess. And there was always poker—strip poker if she had her way. “Do you have indoor plumbing?”

While Charlotte didn’t really consider herself a princess, she had her limits, especially in the winter.

He glanced her way. “Yes. We even have hot running water for showers, as well as a decent-sized refrigerator and a stove top.”

That was some consolation. “Has my dad ever been there?”

“No, which was one reason why I came up here.”

Charlotte needed to think about that reasoning. “You think someone will try to torture my location out of him?”

“If they try, they won’t succeed. Vic doesn’t know the town’s name let alone the street the cabin’s on, so he can’t leak the location even if he wanted to.”

That made sense.

They turned off a long, boring road then headed through a town of sorts. There was a gas station, grocery store, sporting goods store, a clothing store, and an assortment of other places. The town itself was maybe three blocks long.

Trent pulled in front of the food store. “We need some supplies if we’re going to eat. You cook?”

“I make do, but I’m no gourmet.”

“Neither am I.”

Well, wasn’t this going to be fun? Trent got out of his side, rushed over, and opened her door. She liked that. As she stepped out, his gaze was on the surroundings.

“You’re kind of scaring me, Detective. You can’t possibly think this crazy dude followed us here, do you?”

“I hope not, but I can’t be too careful.”

Now he sounded like her dad. “True.”

“By the way, call me Trent. It will look less suspicious. While I don’t come here often, a few people know me. I’ll say you’re my girlfriend, which will cause less gossip.”

Did he bring many women here? Is that why it wouldn’t look odd? Whatever. She bet he wouldn’t like it if she acted like a real girlfriend, hugging him close then planting a kiss on his cheek when he did something thoughtful or sweet. Stupid idea, but she needed something to distract her from freaking out about the crazed lunatic taking another pot shot at her.

They entered the small, country store. “What do you like to eat?” he asked.

“I’m easy. I make a mean chicken, rice, and stewed tomato casserole.”

He smiled, and she thought she just might have to thank that shooter for forcing her into confinement. “Sounds great. Hamburgers or spaghetti?” he asked.

“Spaghetti.” She liked this game. “For breakfast, are you more of a scrambled eggs and bacon guy or pancakes with a ton of syrup man?” Given his flat abs, she bet he only ate organic eggs.

“Eggs.”

Figures. As they went down each aisle, he gave her choices. At first, she’d thought Trent was rigid like her dad, but now he presented a more fun and friendlier side than he’d shown at first.